6/7/2023 0 Comments Night Surf by Stephen King![]() ![]() I guess they took over the transmitting facilities of WRKO or WBZ after every-body left or died. The Massachusetts station was better, but we could only get it at night. One day he sang Bringing in the Sheaves' in a cracked, mouldy voice that sent Needles and me into hysterics. He'd play a Perry Como record, say a prayer, bawl, play a Johnny Ray record, read from Psalms (complete with each selah', just like James Dean in East of Eden), then bawl some more. ![]() One was WKDM in Portsmouth -some backwoods deejay who had gone nutty-religious. ![]() There were only two radio stations left on the air that we could get. Even his big radio/tape-player was hardly more than a nice-looking hunk of junk. Corey had been well-to-do before A6, but stuff like that didn't matter any more. You couldn't say the sound reproduction was great, but it sure was loud. Corey had his radio, one of those suitcase-sized transistor jobs that take about forty batteries and also make and play tapes. After the guy was dead and the smell of his burning flesh was off the air, we all went back down to the beach. ![]()
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